Chapter 128 Bright Sanatorium "Hmm, I'm talking about you being on top between us..."
The garden is not unlocked by the trial itself, so players cannot directly obtain information from it. However, thanks to the evening event that will soon begin in Building 2, they are able to leave the area of Building 1 and briefly search for possible hidden clues in this large garden square in the middle.
Players were scattered in twos and threes in the square. Although Ji Yang had changed into the same hospital gown as everyone else before going downstairs, he still attracted the attention of most people.
Soon, a player stepped forward and asked, "Brother Ji, what did you find in the water room?"
Ji Yang's appearance has clearly changed the landscape of the Bright Sanatorium; no one doesn't want to be protected by the number one ranked person on the power list.
Jiang Yang remembered this person. On the first day, he led the way in greeting players to go out in the lobby on the first floor. In the evening activity, he sat in position 3 and played a 3 of diamonds.
"Ask him," Ji Yang said, turning his gaze to Jiang Yang, demonstrating through his actions that everything was Jiang Yang's responsibility.
Jiang Yang didn't rush to answer. The smile on Number 3's face faltered, his dry eyelids twitched, and he spoke again, his tone clearly showing weakness: "This trial is bizarre. I just want to get out safely."
Jiang Yang gently stroked his chin with his fingers, a faint smile curving his lips. He didn't miss the fleeting resentment in Number 3's eyes.
Seeing this, Ji Yang grabbed Jiang Yang's wrist with his thumb and forefinger, his face full of arrogance: "No comment."
"It's nothing," Jiang Yang finally spoke, her tone relaxed. "I didn't find anything, but just a reminder, stay away from mirrors."
He paused deliberately, leaned close to the person's ear and whispered, "Because the thing in the mirror will replace you."
The gloomy, empty gaze made Number 3 freeze, and he hurriedly took two steps back, his face full of surprise and doubt: "You...you're telling the truth?"
Jiang Yang, who was being questioned, crossed her arms and slightly raised her chin in Ji Yang's direction.
Ji Yang continued, his eyes half-closed as he gave the man a disdainful look: "If you don't believe me, then get lost."
Every sentence was accurate, but given Jiang Yang's state just now, anyone would have to think about it more carefully.
Jiang Yang's attitude determined his attitude.
"Stupid dog."
Jiang Yang stopped in front of a path surrounded by flowers.
When he returned from Building No. 2 last time, the statue in the flower bushes was awakened by the smell of blood on him. If Yuejiang hadn't arrived in time, who knows what would have happened to it. Now that Jiyang is by his side, he might be able to investigate further.
Ji Yang glanced around at the familiar surroundings, feeling inexplicably guilty.
A moment later, the two stood in front of the shattered remains of a statue. Ji Yang immediately raised his hands in surrender and blurted out, "I didn't do it."
Jiang Yang gave him a sinister look: "I haven't even asked who did it yet."
Stones were scattered all over the ground. Jiang Yang squatted down and silently gathered the rubble in front of him into a ball.
Further away, the "culprit" consciously stepped forward and picked up every single one, carefully piling them up beside Jiang Yang.
Jiang Yang's attention was entirely focused on the broken surfaces of the rubble. He used one hand to lift up the largest stone while using the other to pick through the pile of stones beside him.
Ji Yang watched the person's movements, then simply knelt down on one knee and used both hands to steadily support the person.
As the rubble was gradually put back in its place, the twisted and grotesque statue slowly revealed its ferocious outline; only one last piece remained...
Jiang Yang picked up the stone shard, raised his hand, and aimed it at the eye socket of the statue. Just as it was about to be embedded, he glanced to his right as if sensing something.
"let go."
Ji Yang didn't understand, but he did as instructed.
The statue, which was about to be pieced back together, collapsed with a crash. Jiang Yang, without changing his expression, put the stone eye into his pocket, stood up, and patted his hands, which were covered in dust.
"The evening activities are about to begin, let's go to the activity room first."
As their footsteps faded into the distance, a rustling sound suddenly came from the soil deep within the flower bushes, as if something was speaking.
"No! Don't push me!"
"I didn't want to either, but he stopped trying. We were so close!"
So what do we do now?
"How should I know!"
On the ground, the collapsed rubble retains its general shape, and you can vaguely make out its original form: a monkey.
The evening event was held at eight o'clock. The layout of the activity room was similar to a university lecture hall. Jiang Yang and Ji Yang arrived early and went straight to the last row to sit down.
There were clocks on both the front and back. Jiang Yang took out Xiao Mei's phone and checked the time. There was no difference. This time, there should be no need to worry about the time being blurred.
He opened the chat window with the "Go Where You Want" travel group; the last message he had sent was still there.
We're trapped in a nursing home! Help!
There was no reply from the other party.
The weight in her arms suddenly felt heavy. Jiang Yang turned her head and looked down to see Ji Yang resting his chin on her arm.
Ji Yang stared at the front row, his gaze unfocused. Before he even noticed Ji Yang looking over, the top of his head swayed, and the warm breath from his nose repeatedly dug into the crook of Ji Yang's elbow.
Bored?
Jiang Yang reached out and pinched the back of the person's neck, as if he were torturing a large dog.
Ji Yang yawned lazily, leaning back on his arm and saying, "Yang Yang, if the trial isn't boring, people should die."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yang slid her fingers and pinched Ji Yang's chin, her fingertips rubbing heavily against his dry lower lip.
“So,” his voice held a chilling mockery, “people will die if they’re bored?”
The tower would never care about the feelings of these people; it simply followed its incomprehensible will and determined the outcome.
Boredom is but a tiny, insignificant part of the countdown to death.
Ji Yang straightened up and took the hand that was still on his lips, their fingers intertwined: "Yangyang, you're acting a little strange today."
Jiang Yang let him hold her hand: "What's strange about it?"
Ji Yang was speechless for a moment. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he felt that Jiang Yang seemed to be missing something, or perhaps having something more, but he couldn't quite grasp what it was or describe it.
His eyes darted around, and he pointed at the phone in Jiang Yang's hand: "I want to play Big Fish & Little Fish."
...
"Ji Yang, you're not a child anymore."
Jiang Yang's gaze was indifferent to the point of being cold: "I hope you can understand what kind of environment we are in."
It wasn't a trip together, it wasn't on a train, and it wasn't the first time he'd accepted someone, so he didn't have the energy to deal with the tantrums of a bored dog.
...
Ji Yang was deflated, and the psychological defenses he had painstakingly built up collapsed once again. Jiang Yang was completely unaware that there was anything wrong with these words coming out of his mouth.
At this moment, Ji Yang was facing an absolute rationality.
Actually, you can't really blame Jiang Yang. His habit made him place Ji Yang on an equal footing with him. Because of this equality, he made demands on Ji Yang. In his opinion, it would be better to spend that time figuring out how to pass the level as quickly as possible.
Moreover, Jiang Yang didn't want to reveal his personal feelings in front of so many observers.
As for Ji Yang, perhaps he would have gladly accepted this situation in his previous state, or he would have made endless demands afterward. But the 20-year-old "Random Code Student" is completely clueless about everything except clearing the game.
On the one hand, he instinctively wanted to obey Jiang Yang, but on the other hand, he was suppressing his pain, which made him think of the blue pills that the nurse coldly brought to him in the ward.
As a result, the corners of her eyes instantly turned red.
"Yangyang, don't you like me anymore?"
Jiang Yang lifted his eyelids: "If you're really that bored, I don't mind throwing you off the fourth floor and having you climb back up."
The activity room is on the fourth floor, the second and third floors below are treatment rooms, the fifth floor is the dean's office, and the sixth floor is the solitary confinement room.
So fierce...
Ji Yang swallowed hard, his eyes darting around like a husky's, staring at the person: "Yangyang..."
"explain."
I dare not say it...
Jiang Yang grabbed his chin, forcefully pried open his jaw, and said impatiently, "What exactly do you want to say?"
"I'm the dominant one!"
The voice forced from the wide-open mouth was muffled and pitiful, lacking any power.
"Yes, I have no objection to you being on top between us."
Ji Yang avoided eye contact, his eyes darting around as he continued to argue, "But Yang Yang... don't you think... what you're doing to me right now... is wrong?"
?
Jiang Yang barely managed to pull a sliver of emotion from Ji Yang's cold rationality, her grip loosened, and the indifference in her eyes lessened somewhat.
Ji Yang immediately seized the opportunity, grabbed the person by the waist, and lifted them off the chair into his arms.
The tables and chairs were fixed, and the space was cramped. Jiang Yang straddled Ji Yang's right leg, her thigh and the man's firm thigh muscles pressed tightly together.
Jiang Yang asked stiffly, "When did it start?"
Ji Yang placed his palm on his lower back, his breathing equally unsteady: "They must have come from Li Sheng's place."
Jiang Yang's voice was hoarse: "Is it Li Sheng's problem?"
“It shouldn’t be,” Ji Yang shook his head, his nose brushing against Jiang Yang’s collar: “Besides being mean to me, is there anything else about you that’s off?”
Jiang Yang closed her eyes and carefully sensed it: "It feels... a little hot..."
Ji Yang's gaze slid from his trembling eyelashes to his slightly parted lips, and he lowered his head, his ear tips turning red: "I think I'm a little hot too."
Jiang Yang took a breath and stepped off the person: "It's not that hot..."
Which one is that?
Ji Yang was reluctant to part with it. He hadn't experienced this when he was young, but even if he hadn't adjusted his mindset yet, he was no longer a boy, especially since he had absorbed too much of the way Jiang Yang and Ji Yang/007 had interacted.
No... this makes him seem a bit too passive...
...
After 7:30, players arrived at the activity room one after another.
The caregivers arrived at 7:55 and sat in the front row in an orderly fashion.
Li Sheng was still mixed in with the caregivers. Jiang Yang counted the heads and found that one month was missing.
Tonight, there are only nine players. Yang Yi is dead, number 4 is pending, Xingye is missing, and Huang Er and Huang Si are not here.
The lecture hall, which could easily accommodate one or two hundred people, appeared empty.
At 8 o'clock sharp, Munashe appeared at the door, stepping on the line. Munashe was wearing a mask.
As soon as Ji Yang raised his head, a panel popped up right in front of his face, and the Litanvik Pandora's Box was shaking wildly in his backpack.
He knew perfectly well what was in the magic box, but this was the first time such a situation had occurred. He stared incredulously at Munashe as he walked in.
No way...
Ji Yang scanned back and forth between the magic box and Munashe, his heart shifting from unwillingness to having to accept the seemingly impossible outcome.
He reached out to Jiang Yang beside him, but his eyes remained fixed on the "culprit" at the front: "Yangyang... I can't participate in the evening activities..."
"Um?"
Jiang Yang's expression had long since changed, and his rationality was churning even more fiercely than before.
Without further hesitation, Ji Yang grabbed Jiang Yang and ran outside, making a commotion that attracted everyone's attention.
Mu Nashe walked to the front of the podium and silently watched everything. When he caught sight of Ji Yang's expression of great alarm, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, but he said nothing.
After leaving the fire, Munasher changed into a shirt, the cuffs of which felt a little tight around his wrists.
He flicked the button, his fingertips elegantly rolling up his sleeve to reveal a section of neatly wrapped bandage. He cleared his throat, about to speak, when the red seepage from the bandage caught his eye out of the corner of his eye.
So that's how it is...
Beneath the mask, Munashe smiled and said, "Sorry, dear 007, this is my first time dating, I don't have much experience, I scared you."
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